Altar Of Lightning Blooms
Spent shot of Heaven
trickles
like a dying monsoon
over the cactus skulls-
supernova of
a dying gambler
swallowed whole
into our exquisite corpse of our
butter silk moon
& we watch from our
parked car
as the comets holler
& wail
& haul ass
& leave memories
on the sides
of the beds
of gravel
your grin
your hand
your touch
your kiss
bring on the
blackhole
to bend me into a
faint, aching star
& throw me
on a deep route
out into a
frozen rope of time
because I'll never be happier than I am right now
Cover photo by Bernadetta Watts
